Wasn’t it pleasant, O brother min… In those old days of the lost suns… Of youth—when the Saturday’s chor… And the 'Sunday’s wood’ in the ki… And we went visiting, ‘me and you,…

In the jolly winters Of the long-ago, It was not so cold as now— O! No! No! Then, as I remember,

Lay away the story,— Though the theme is sweet, There’s a lack of something yet, Leaves it incomplete:— There’s a nameless yearning—

Wilful we are in our infirmity Of childish questioning and discon… Whate’er befalls us is divinely me… Thou Truth the clearer for thy my… Make us to meet what is or is to b…

Ho! I’m going back to where We were youngsters.—Meet me there… Dear old barefoot chum, and we Will be as we used to be,— Lawless rangers up and down

There’s a space for good to bloom… Every heart of man or woman,— And however wild or human, Or however brimmed with gall, Never heart may beat without it;

Friends, my heart is half aweary Of its happiness to-night: Though your songs are gay and chee… And your spirits feather-light, There’s a ghostly music haunting

I am tired of this! Nothing else but loving! Nothing else but kiss and kiss, Coo, and turtle-doving! Can’t you change the order some?

'I’m home again, my dear old Room… I’m home again, and happy, too, As, peering through the brightenin… I find myself alone with you: Though brief my stay, nor far away…

What is it in old fiddle-chunes 'a… And ripples up my backbone tel I’… Kindo’ like that sweet-sick feelin… The first you ever swung in, with… Yer first picnic—yer first ice-cre…

I can’t extend to every friend In need a helping hand— No matter though I wish it so, 'Tis not as Fortune planned; But haply may I fancy they

Oh luxury! Beyond the heat And dust of town, with dangling fe… Astride the rock below the dam, In the cool shadows where the calm Rests on the stream again, and all

When Bess gave her Dollies a Tea… 'It’s unpolite, when they’s Compa… To say you’ve drinked _two_ cups,… But say you’ve drinked _a couple_…

The kind of a man for you and me! He faces the world unflinchingly, And smites, as long as the wrong r… With a knuckled faith and force li… He lives the life he is preaching…

The stars are falling, and the sky Is like a field of faded flowers; The winds on weary wings go by; The moon hides, and the tempest lo… And still through every clime and…